Reformation Of Deathbed Noble Novels & Stories

The kind of quiet that comes before bloodshed and rushed anger. “He didn't die because of his sickness. He died because he was murdered on his sick bed.” Dominic staggered back a step. His hand flew to the edge of the desk, gripping it like it was his only anchor. “No! No!” he murmured, shaking his head in denial. “That’s not true. That’s not….” His voice cracked. For the first time since I had stepped into this office, the Mad King looked human. “Why do you think he went to New York to start over his life, Alpha? Why do you think people who commit treason go into hiding?”

Gasps rippled through the hall. "Effective immediately, Marcus Castellani is posthumously pardoned. All charges are dropped. His name is cleared. He is to be remembered as a patriot, a reformer, and a man of principle." The Prince looked directly at Alessia. "His daughter, Lady Alessia Russo, carries on his work. She will serve on my advisory council, helping to implement her father's vision. The traitor's daughter becomes the reformer's heir." The hall erupted. Some nobles looked horrified—these reforms would affect their privileges. But others applauded. Common people, minor nobles, military officers who valued merit. The coalition for change was bigger than the Prince's enemies realized.

"Daphne Langford, whose devotion and virtue are beyond reproach, has offered her life to follow General Stellan Montclair in death. She is hereby granted the title of Lady of Fidelity, and shall be interred alongside the general in the Montclair family crypt, that her righteousness may be honored for all time." When the last word left my lips, I looked at Vivienne and smiled. "Mother, the king has spoken. The whole world knows. If Stellan comes back to life now... what do you think His Majesty will make of that?" Vivienne's face shifted in an instant. "You... You..." She pointed a trembling finger at me, her lips quivering, but not a single word came out. She knew what it meant. Faking his d

Prince Xander lifted his face and looked at Tristan who was lying down. "Angel of death, I want to ask you. Why have you come to fetch the soul of this lying man?" The prince asked the grim reaper who was still bowing before him. "His soul is already weak and can no longer save his body. I have come to help hasten his death so that he does not suffer anymore," replied the grim reaper. "The angel of death, did he tell you that he wanted to die soon? Or did he ask you to hasten his death?" Prince Xander asked. "God of life, I'm just a servant who was ordered by the god of death to do this. No one can change his decision except you, god of life," replied the angel of death. "But I am not the go

The nobles, those bastards, had already been working on the coronation ceremony in case the worst happened. And happen it did. At least she went peacefully, according to the doctor. She had fought back against one of the Hova, taking a wound to the chest. Even though they had sewed her up as best as they could, she had lost a lot of blood, and according to the doctors, it had been up to her body to recuperate. And it seemed like she had waited for him to be at her side to move on, dying a few minutes after he had entered the room and grabbed her hand. Luca heard the clank of metal hitting the wooden floor, and he knew it was one of his soldiers. This time, however, they weren't saluting. The

I FEAR FOR YOU SON His heart skipped at the sight of it, even in death his father sought to warn him from whatever his fear was. He tucked the note back into the pocket of his robe when he heard footsteps in front of his chambers. There was no time to waste, his father’s body was to be laid to rest according to the traditions before the sun went down otherwise his body would not be accepted into the Heaven Realm. He found a dark floor-length tunic, set it on the bed, and called for water in the washroom. When he was done preparing he went out of his chambers and found that the nobles were waiting downstairs in dark tunics too, even Angus and Emilia were ready for the burial rites. The priest

“Then she should not accept it.” Death looks at him calmly. “If she refuses, the fracture widens. The primordial influence grows without counterbalance.” I stare at Death. “So either way, I risk him returning.” “Yes.” “Then this is not a choice.” “It is,” Death insists. “It is the difference between controlled release and violent rupture.” The words settle heavily. Kieran runs a hand through his hair. “There must be another path.” “There was,” Death replies. “It ended when you took the throne.”

Ivan was after all someone from the battlefield, so he forced himself to stay calm: "He's gone underground, and according to the Book of Life and Death, today really was the day his life was supposed to end. Ms. Cromwell is a religious person, you should understand, you can't force someone to stay alive, and you can't go against the heavens." "Oh?" When Amelia heard the words "end of life," her expression got even colder. "Then I guess you haven't heard, 'Netherworld Lord wants someone dead at midnight, miracle doctor keeps them alive till dawn.' Right now, his soul was still trapped in the formation and hasn't come out yet, and you already say life can't be forced? The heavens can't be defi

The guards in the corners of the room appeared to tense as well. One of Livia’s brothers leant his arm on the table and said confidently, “Your distant great-grandfather was thought to be the only one who could play the Nocturne of Death. Maybe you’ve inherited this secret too?” Reive smiled. Cowardice clearly wasn’t a characteristic of the Rendans. Neither the future queen nor her relatives looked at all scared. “Probably it’s in my blood, duke,” the necromancer answered calmly, taking a sip of wine from his glass.